Ever had the feeling of a song being stuck in your head? It's called an earworm. Nobody knows what causes them, and they're contagious to boot.

There are only two scientifically proven ways to rid yourself of an earworm: either bash yourself over the head several times until unconsciousness ensues, or -- give it to someone else.

Therefore, I've decided to share the Brain Radio: Icicle Works Marathon. Enjoy.

(Even better: watch the video here and sing along!)

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Love comes down upon us and it floats like water

Burning with the hope of inside

Feathered books the colors of a bright elation

Stolen in the sight of love.

We are, we are, we are we're just children

Finding our way around in decision.

We are, we are, we are all but helpless

Take this forever,

Whisper to a scream.

Birds fly in the eye of a painter's daughter

Spoken at the bitter end

Wasted sacrifice for the new nirvana

Night time, sends us on our way

We are, we are, we are we're just children

Finding our way around in decision

We are, we are, we are all but helpless

Take this forever,

Whisper to a scream

Whisper to a scream

Whisper to a scream

Whisper to a scream

Whisper to a scream

We are, we are, we are we're just children

Finding our way around in decision

We are, we are, we are all but helpless

Take this forever,

Whisper to a scream.